november

November keeps her grip on me whenever I get close to you Nothing will slow down for me no matter how I want it to November is a ghost, but I'm a ghost too November tries to wipe my eyes, she takes away my sleep instead So sick of being my mother's child, can't I just be myself instead November, I feel sick from just being at home Just wait until I learn to brave the cold Wait until I learn to speak up For now I'm trying hard to save the cold For the next time I burn myself up November, I distain myself But I'm hoping that will go away And I won't ask her for her help So it's getting colder everyday